Date: Mon, 31 Jul 2006 17:13:53 -0700 (PDT)
From: John Roberts
Subject: Teacher's Summer Training - Part 1 (Authoritarian)
This is one of my stories in which I see myself
finally coming to terms with my submissiveness and my
desire to become the slave of a Male Master.
When the last vibrations of the final school bell of
the year faded away, my heart begins
pounding in my chest. This summer will be like no
other. I have over a period of three months
submitted to and been dominated by another man over
the Internet. He has ordered me to
analyze and reveal to him the most intimated details
of my sex life, demanding that I go back as
far as I could remember, reconstructing every exciting
and humiliating moment. He has set
various scenarios for me and required me to respond to
him in great detail. Each time I read,
"Leave nothing out," I cringed as I would if I were
kneeling naked before him. Then I got to
worked, writing page after page, making every effort
to please him. Now, those confessions will
be used as part of the slave training I will endure
this summer.
I. My slave training begins.
I arrive 10 minutes ahead of the time that I was
ordered to be at his house, so when the vibrations
of the doorbell fade, I hear his commanding voice put
me in my place for the first time. "You're
early CUNT. When I tell you to be someplace at a
particular time, I mean only at that time, not
early and not late. Understand?"
"Yes sir," I say meekly.
"Good. Now get down on your knees and kneel with your
mouth pressed against my door until I
decide to let you in. And even if your hear someone
coming toward the house, Don't you dare
move!. You wanted to be my slave and now you've got
your first lesson."
Without hesitation, I drop to my knees, place my mouth
against his door and wait. When the 10
minutes passes, he jerks open the door and yells,
"Stay on your knees CUNT and get your slave
ass in here." Once I crawl through the door, I hear
it slam, and my apprehension begins to build.
"What have I done to myself, " I thought.
But before I can change my mind, he grabs my hair and
I follow him, still on my knees struggling
to keep up. He stops in the middle of his large
living room, jerks my head backwards so he can
stare directly into my eyes. "Now, CUNT, I'm ready
for you. Are you ready to start your
training?"
"Sir, I don't know. I think I want to leave. I'm
scared, and I don't think I can go through with
this."
Jerking again on my hair, he savagely slaps me across
the face and screams,"Wrong answer
CUNT! It's too late to think about it. You're here,
and I'm not about to let you leave. When
you told me that you were ready last week, I made
plans to train and punish you until I am
satisfied, so now the time has come. Your ass is mine
until I say you can go."
As I tasted my own blood, I bowed my head and
whimpered, "Okay, sir. I'm sorry. I'll do what
ever you want. Please don't punish me anymore."
"Cunt, if you behave and willingly submit to my
training methods, I won't have to punish you.
Of course, I will be very difficult to please, and you
will have to submit to some things you may
not like, but that I say are a necessary part of your
training. Then, I'll just have to punish you.
But believe me, the punishment will be than the actual
training. So get it in you head right now
that I am in total control and you are my slaveboy.
Now stand up so we can get started."
When I stood up, he makes me face away from him. I
hear him unszip a bag and remove some
items that he throws on the table behind me. I gasp
because to my surprise, he slips a leather
blindfold over my eyes and fastens it to my head.
"This will keep your mind on becoming a good
slave. Don't worry, I'll take it off when I want you
to see something important."
Next I feel him buckle a wide collar around my neck.
This gives me little room to move my
head, so there will be little chance of avoiding his
torments. To the collar he adds a leash, which
when he clips it on, he jerks hard on it to show his
total dominance of me. The force makes me
step forward in order to catch my balance. This
angers him, because I feel another stinging slap
across my already sore face. "Look CUNT. You aren't
concentrating. Do I have to whip you
before you learn to stand at attention when I'm
working on you?"
"Sir, No sir. I'm sorry. I'll be more careful," I
whimper again.
Once I get back into position, he says, "Hold out you
arms." I hold them out immediately, and he
locks restraints on both wrists and above both elbows.
"You'll find out what these are for later,
CUNT. They'll make it easier for you to obey me. Now
stay where you are and spread your
legs."
With my hands still out in front of me, I spread my
legs apart and wait. He grabs first one ankle
and then the other locking cuffs to each one. Then he
locks a leather cuff above each knee.
"Almost done CUNT. You'll find that these cuffs are
very comfortable and can be worn for a
long, long time without causing any damage. Yet they
are high security and impossible to
remove without my assistance."
This information just made me more afraid, but my cock
betrayed me, revealing my secret desire
to submit to man and be his slave. And there was no
way to hide my cock. Seeing it stick out
from my body, he laughs and says sarcastically, "CUNT,
I'm amazed by how eager you are to be
trained. Once you become a disciplined slave, you'll
be worth some money, and I can rent you
out to some of my friends."
Hearing this really scares me and I cry out, "Oh NO!
Please sir, I just want to be your slave. I
can't do it for anybody else. Please! Please!"
This time he punches me in the gut doubling me over,
"Shut the fuck up CUNT! Your ass is
mine!. You can't escape. You're all alone, so don't
make me angry with you whining. I'll tell
you what you'll do and where you'll do it. Now stand
up straight."
Grabbing the leash and dragging me along, I follow him
to a corner of the bedroom. "Now stand
here with your legs spread and you hands at you sides
while I finish getting you ready for the
night." Not knowing what to expect, I do as he
orders.
The first thing I feel is him buckle my ankle
restraints to a bar. When he is done, I can no longer
move. He whispers in my ear, "Step one, CUNT!" Next,
I feel a bar against my knees. He locks
the kneecuffs to the bar and further restricts any
movement.
When I begin to breathe heavily, he speaks into my ear
again, "Relax, CUNT. This part won't
hurt. I just want you understand with any doubt who
is the boss here." This doesn't help, but I
know better than to resist, so I try to quiet myself.
Once the bar is in place, I feel him move behind me. I
jump a little when I realize that he is
naked. He slides his hard dick against my as and
laughs, "This is for later, CUNT. I'll give
every inch I've got." Then he reaches around grabbing
my cock and stroking it a few times
making me moan loudly. "Don't get too excited, CUNT!
You haven't earned the right to cum
yet. You've got a lot of work to do." And just to
torment me further, he grabs my cock again
and pumps it a few more times. Then he grabs my balls
and squeezes them making me groan
again.
With a harshness in his voice, he growls, "Put your
fuckin' hands behind your fuckin' back
cunt." He locks them together and then I hear him
walk away. "What more can he do to me? I
think to myself.
I don't have to wait. He slides my hard cock through a
ring buckles a strap around my balls and
then pulls two longer straps through my spread legs.
After buckling a belt around my waist, he
pulls on the straps and ties them to the back of the
belt. "This will keep you puny fuckin' cock
hard and sensitive because you may need to be punished
later, and I want you to be ready. This
is how it might feel." Taking some kind of whip, I
hear him swing it through the air.
I let out a low cry of "Oh no!" that turns to a scream
when I feel the horrible stinging strands bite
into my cock and balls. The one blow is enough to
make me cry, and even though I cannot move
but a few inches, I try to relieve the pain of the
whip.
"That one was just to warn you of what could happen if
you don't obey CUNT. So get the
message and do what you are told. Now drop to your
knees."
I kneel on a towel and wait. "Bend over and put your
forehead on the floor and the top of your
head against the wall." I don't hesitate. The pain
in my cock and balls still lingers. Kneeling by
my head he clips two cords to the sides of my slave
collar. Then he pulls one to one side and
hooks it to the wall, and jerks my head the other way
and hooks the other. Now I cannot move
my head in any direction.
I begin to panic and breathe heavily again when he
grabs my cuffed wrists and jerks them upward
sending a shooting pain through my shoulders.
Slapping me on the ass with his bare hand, he
yells, "I told you to relax CUNT. The more you fight
this thing the more difficult it will be to
endure. I here to fulfill your wish to be trained, not
to injure you. You'll just be more obedient
when I let you out of this."
When the pain in my shoulders subsides, I feel him
tying a cord around the bar between my legs.
When he begins to pull the bar backward and up, I let
out with another uncontrolled groan.
"You just can't seem to learn CUNT. I was done, but
now I'll have to add a few more torments
and add to the time you'll have to kneel there all
tied up."
Restrained as I am, I could not imagine what else he
could do to me, but manages to inflict more
discomfort to my already ravaged body. First he
ties my two big toes together making even
more difficult to move. Then he grabs my hard cock,
loops a cord around the head. After he
cinches it tightly, he pulls on the cord and ties it
to the bar between my knees. Then he takes
another cord and ties it around my balls.. Then he
pulls on them and ties the cord to the bar
between my ankles. My discomfort begins to grow, and
I breathe heavily and whimper.
He laughs, "Now you can whine and whimper. You're
going to stay tied up like that until I think
you're ready to be my slave. Turning out the lights,
he says, "Sweet dreams, CUNT! I'll be back
later when I know you are good and ready to play my
games."
When the door slams and I am left alone and in the
dark. I breathe hard and moan trying to
compose myself for the time I will have to endure this
humiliating position I have allowed myself
to experience.
II. My time in hell.
Although he said that he would not hurt me if I
complied with his demands, I knew that this first,
harsh torment was designed to test my limits and to
break my spirit so that I would not and could
not resist him when he released me. So, I try to keep
myself calm although I have no way of
knowing how long he will leave me in this
uncomfortable situation.
After only a short time, my cock softens, but the
cords around the head of my cock and around
my balls keep constantly pulling in both directions,
so if I try to rock forward or backward, I am
reminded of the restraint by a sharp pain.
Besides my cock and balls being tortured, the extreme
angle that my arms are in, causes them to
go numb and for an agonizing pain to creep into my
shoulders. I find myself moaning, and trying
to relieve the pressure. Nothing is working. The heat
in the room causes me to sweat heavily,
another obvious way to torment a prisoner/slave. My
knees ache, yet no movement is possible. I
have been locked up and tied down with great attention
to detail. I am in hell.
The longer I am left in this position, the more the
pain and discomfort takes over, and all I can do
is moan and groan. Suddenly, after what seems like
eternity, I hear the door being opened and
footsteps on the floor walking toward me. Slapping
me on the asscheeks, he asks, "How are you
doing slaveboy? Suffered enough?"
"I cry out, "Yes, sir. Please let me up. I'll do
anything you want. Anytime. Please! Please!."
"I hear you CUNT! Relax! I know you're ready. But
we're going to do this my way. Don't
forget who is in charge." He removes the blindfold
and for the first time I see all of the cords
tying my body down.
"This is going to take a while, so where should I
start, CUNT?"
I cry out, "My arms, sir. Please, my arms."
"Okay, the first one is for you. The rest you will
have to earn." He releases the tension on the
cords holding my arms up, and I let out with a groan,
"Thank you sir. Thank you."
He keeps my arms locked together behind my back, but
at least I am able to feel them again.
Grabbing my cock with one hand and my balls with the
other, he asks in a very mean tone, "How
the fuck are these CUNT?" As soon as he begins to rub
them, my cock responds and begins to
harden, once again showing that I like to be treated
like a slave. Laughing, he says, "No need to
answer CUNT. I see you are eager to continue with
your training and discipline. Let's get rid of
these cords."
He releases the tension on my cock and balls' cords,
and once again I feel a moment of relief.
After releasing the bar holding my ankles up and
apart, I am able to move around enough to relax
even more. Leaning over to my ear he asks, "If I
release your head CUNT, I'll expect a blowjob,
right?"
"Yes sir. I'm ready to suck your cock and lick your
balls. And I promise to do a good job."
"I know you will. And you'll eat my cum, all of it."
He unhooks both sides of my collar, and for the first
time in hours I can kneel up right even
though I am still naked with my hands cuffed behind my
back, and my legs spread and locked
wide apart. I feel exhausted, but I know he will
continue training me to be his slave, so I keep
myself calm and ready to follow his orders.
Taking me by the shoulders he twists my restrained
body toward the bed where he sits down
facing me. He is naked, his legs are spread wide on
either side of my kneeling body, and his
cock is hard. "Look at my cock and balls CUNT, and
describe them to me; tell me all about
them."
Even though I feel completely humiliated, and sorry
that I got myself into this mess, I do my best
to please him. I remember that he told me the
punishment for disobeying is much worse than
doing what he wants.
"Sir, you have a beautiful cock. It is long, at least
seven and one half inches long, and thick,
almost as big as my skinny wrist. The flesh looks
soft, inviting me to stick it in my mouth. To
get it wet with my saliva, and to suck it until you
cum in my mouth. May I kiss the head, sir?"
"Not yet CUNT. You've got to tell me more, so keep
going."
"Yes sir. I see your beautiful cock is engorged with
blood, and when it throbs, I see your thick
veins, and I'm eager to run my wet tongue over them.
Your balls look heavy and full of cum,
ready to shoot into my waiting mouth. I see that you
have removed the hair from them so that I
can easily lick them with my tongue and suck them into
my mouth. They are darker in color than
you reddish cock, but ready to be licked by me."
"Not bad CUNT. I think you are very afraid of being
punished, but I also know you really want
to suck my cock. Yours is wet with your own cum. Now
I've got you right where I want you
bitch, ready and willing to be my slaveboy. So I'm
going to tell you right now; not only are you
going to eat me anytime I want, you will also be ass
fucked by me, anytime I want. And, if I get
the notion, you'll eat and fuck anybody I bring home.
Time to suck my cock, bitch."
Grabbing my head, he pulls my face down on his cock
and orders, "Start lathering my cock and
balls. I'll tell you when I'm satisfied."
I open my mouth and suck in the head of his cock
swirling my tongue around the head. It is thick
and round, but I work hard sucking and licking and all
the while tasting his cock. Then I pull
away from the head and run my tongue up and down the
shaft. I lick the underside from his balls
to the tip of his cock nibbling the flesh as I go. He
must approve because I hear him moaning as
he holds my head in his hands. Once his shaft is
lathered, I move down to his balls licking and
sucking on his flesh. As I wet him down, my face
becomes covered in spit, so I rub my whole
face on his cock and balls while I let my tongue hang
out as I flick at his shaft.
Finally, he gives me the word, "Suck my cock back into
your mouth CUNT; I'm almost ready to
cum, and I don't want you to miss a drop of my hot
cum."
I close my mouth around his shaft sucking in over half
of it. Then I begin to bob my head up and
down keeping a hard suck on his dick. I flatten out
my tongue and use it to rub against the
underside of his shaft when I push it into my mouth
and pull it out. When he is close to
cumming, I feel his thighs tighten up and his cock get
larger. When he lets out with a loud groan,
I taste the first glob of cum as it shoots out of his
cock and into my mouth. The first glob is
followed by several others as I struggle to swallow
all of his cum. It is salty, but not unpleasant.
I have eaten enough of my own cum not to gag on its
taste. He doesn't know this, but it has
helped me to accept the humiliating experience of
eating another man's cum.
He rocks back and forth for several moments sliding
his cock in and out of my mouth until his
cock stops throbbing and spurting cum. I lick him
until his cock gets soft. Then he pulls out of
my mouth, gets up and walks to another part of the
room. He leaves me kneeling, still naked and
restrained on the floor beside his bed. As I try to
relax my arms and legs, I think, "What will he
make me do now?"
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